Who wants a teaser? An adorable, diabetes inducing teaser? · 2:16am Apr 25th, 2017
Pebble’s bed was crowded, but Sumac didn’t mind. He was sandwiched between Pebble and the wall, in s spot where he was safe from rolling out of the bed and falling down to the floor, which was a pressing concern. At home, his own bed had a rail on the side of it, a rail that would remain until such a time he was recovered.
The bedroom was cold, much, much colder than his own, as this house did not have a furnace and heat vents. Of course, this place had started off as a barracks and over the many years had grown into something else, a vast meandering space that Sumac adored. The cold wasn’t so bad though, because the bed itself was toasty with so many bodies in it.
Everything in Pebble’s room had a fresh fireproofing spell on it for Boomer.
As for Boomer herself, the little dragoness was already sound asleep, making the warm space beneath the heavy blankets smell like wood smoke with a hint of rotten eggs. It was a smell that Sumac now associated with warmth, safety, and affection. Boomer had her own bed at home, a basket with a colourful embroidered cushion, but she had never slept in it.
The room, Pebble’s room, didn’t look like a foal’s room. It was more like a study that just so happened to have a bed in it. Pebble had a few toys, but from the looks of them, it appeared as though she did not play with them. Like so many other fillies, she had a collection of princess plushies, with the curious addition of a Prince Blueblood doll. Pebble’s reasoning? Prince Blueblood supported the arts and the sciences, and by extension, supported her parents and family.
Ownership of the doll was due to gratitude.
“Pebble?” Sumac’s voice had the quiet softness that only colts have when they are quite young. Beside him, Pebble stirred and he felt her foreleg slide over his side as she rolled over to face him. He found himself snoot to snoot with her, which somehow made the bed even warmer. With Pebble’s warm body right beside him, keeping the chill of winter away, Sumac understood why this quaint Trottingham tradition persisted.
“Yeah?”
“Are you happy having a sister?” Sumac, with Pebble right beside him, became aware of the sound of Megara breathing. Without meaning to do so, he had put Pebble on the spot, and he hoped that she wouldn’t be angry or otherwise upset with him. He hadn’t given much thought to the question before asking it, such as the subject of said question being right here.
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Warm bodies and a very handy dragon bed warmer sounds very cozy. Cold blankets BLEH